Laws And Machines Are Shaped To Fit

Cats Have It All - Admiration, An Endless Sleep, And Company Only When They Want It.

I Cannot Speculate On What Our Cluttered Mind Will Save- Sleepy Sundays, Or A Nosebleed After Love. I Know Only The Dying Heart Needs The Nourishment Of Memory To Live Beyond Too Many Winters.

I Am Not A Joiner. Somewhere I Once Said That People Join Clubs Now For The Very Reason They Once Carried Them, A Need For Security. Maybe I'm Alone More Often Than I Should Be, Because I Try To Find Security Within Myself.

It's Nice Sometimes To Open Up The Heart A Little And Let Some Hurt Come In. It Proves You're Still Alive.

Laws And Machines Are Shaped To Fit The Classes.